When the three hostages left, full of joy, the air in the conference room seemed to almost freeze. The Saint Master's playful expression had vanished, and Golden Egg's face was clouded with gloom. Even Qing Niang, who had been standing by the window monitoring the police activities, couldn't help but turn her head. Russian roulette, firing a blank once is normal, twice is lucky, three times is almost miraculous. Yet Lin Mu fired four blanks without a bullet emerging... Could this guy have some unspeakable secret with the legendary Lady Luck?
"Phew, can it be over now!"
The Saint Master exhaled heavily, amazed at Lin Mu's fortune while also admiring his courage from the bottom of his heart. After all, this wasn't a game; once the game ended, there would be no chance to restart.
In the face of imminent death, to remain calm and pull the trigger four times, such courage was truly admirable; at least the Saint Master admitted he couldn't do it himself.
